***** try me, son, he best have the heat on him
Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him
Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
***** front on me, the goons and goblins come out
Wishmaster, hundred shot drums'll run out
They dumb out, you heard of me, they call me big homie
Me I make the register ring, I'm the cash cow
They make the hammers ring, they on ya ass now
Hair trigger, stare bitch, yeah, I'll flip
Six shot semi-assault, let it off at your will
Here I is, where the money is, I still get biz
D's know about the beef, you gon' still get did
It be your tombstone and your ****ing grave they dig
Have that ass in the precinct tryna talk to the pigs
I'm like Damien, mother****er, when I start gettin' loose on y
Closest thing to Lucifer, you think you got a noose on ya
I make it hard to breathe
I come with your hustle, air it out, make it hard to eat
Have you lookin' both ways like you crossin' the street
Try me, son, he best have the heat on him
Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him
Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
Yeah, niggas send me the wrong messag
We gon' ****ing kill the messenge
Your whole clique hollow tips'll tear up the best of ya
This ain't the Carter, bitch, this is Spart
It's harder, I die and be a martyr, respect me like your father
Let off a clip or let a case off
I have your bitch ass runnin' like a race hors
Follow orders now yeah shoot his face off
You can have one, blast one, it's mad fun
See how when you listen to me, all of the cash gone
I was born with the tech, it's a birth defect
I was deceived in the bins, ended up in a Benz
This is what happens when have nots turn into Sasquatch
Let the gat pop, boogie down on the back blocks
It's horrific, nah, it's terrific
I got it if you sniff it, go head, nigga, twist I
Get lifted, goddamn, I'm gifted
Try me, son, he best have the heat on him
Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him
Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
Yeah, I tell 'em ride on 'em, then they ride on 'em
Get the line on 'em and squeeze the .9 on 'em
Head shot, .40 Glock, blow his mind on him
They say ain't not a jooks, leave the shines on 'em
Now you can watch me, nigga, like the police watch m
I move proper, go ahead catch a shell tryna stop me
That 430 Spider, carbon fiber
And my dog is like Al-Qaeda, natural fighter
Rapid fire, you're sweet like apple cider
The mac'll fire, mask like Michael Myers
It's off the wire when I get on my bullshit
No smiles, no laughs, you gets no pass
You can explain to my mother****ers while they whoop your ass
My hands itch when the money comes, it's hard to explain it
Last time I itched like this, a truckload came in
Get money, get bread, that's what I do, kid
Try me, son, he best have the heat on him
Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him
Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
Death To My Enemies - 房祖名
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[00:00.000]作詞 : Curtis Jackson/André Romell Young
[00:00.000]作曲 : Curtis Jackson/André Romell Young
[00:00.000]***** try me, son, he best have the heat on him
[00:08.667]Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him
[00:11.269]Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass
[00:15.825]I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
[00:20.571]I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
[00:26.254]***** front on me, the goons and goblins come out
[00:29.344]Wishmaster, hundred shot drums'll run out
[00:31.639]They dumb out, you heard of me, they call me big homie
[00:34.199]Me I make the register ring, I'm the cash cow
[00:37.002]They make the hammers ring, they on ya ass now
[00:39.552]Hair trigger, stare bitch, yeah, I'll flip
[00:42.287]Six shot semi-assault, let it off at your will
[00:44.623]Here I is, where the money is, I still get biz
[00:47.320]D's know about the beef, you gon' still get did
[00:49.846]It be your tombstone and your ****ing grave they dig
[00:52.664]Have that ass in the precinct tryna talk to the pigs
[00:55.030]I'm like Damien, mother****er, when I start gettin' loose on y
[00:57.892]Closest thing to Lucifer, you think you got a noose on ya
[01:00.384]I make it hard to breathe
[01:02.351]I come with your hustle, air it out, make it hard to eat
[01:05.077]Have you lookin' both ways like you crossin' the street
[01:07.610]Try me, son, he best have the heat on him
[01:09.956]Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him
[01:12.487]Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass
[01:17.037]I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
[01:22.021]I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
[01:27.171]Yeah, niggas send me the wrong messag
[01:30.083]We gon' ****ing kill the messenge
[01:31.072]Your whole clique hollow tips'll tear up the best of ya
[01:33.668]This ain't the Carter, bitch, this is Spart
[01:36.062]It's harder, I die and be a martyr, respect me like your father
[01:39.209]Let off a clip or let a case off
[01:41.706]I have your bitch ass runnin' like a race hors
[01:44.248]Follow orders now yeah shoot his face off
[01:46.393]You can have one, blast one, it's mad fun
[01:48.918]See how when you listen to me, all of the cash gone
[01:51.504]I was born with the tech, it's a birth defect
[01:53.738]I was deceived in the bins, ended up in a Benz
[01:56.205]This is what happens when have nots turn into Sasquatch
[01:58.945]Let the gat pop, boogie down on the back blocks
[02:01.567]It's horrific, nah, it's terrific
[02:04.249]I got it if you sniff it, go head, nigga, twist I
[02:06.945]Get lifted, goddamn, I'm gifted
[02:09.586]Try me, son, he best have the heat on him
[02:11.301]Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him
[02:13.747]Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass
[02:18.251]I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
[02:22.850]I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
[02:28.982]Yeah, I tell 'em ride on 'em, then they ride on 'em
[02:31.786]Get the line on 'em and squeeze the .9 on 'em
[02:34.367]Head shot, .40 Glock, blow his mind on him
[02:36.877]They say ain't not a jooks, leave the shines on 'em
[02:39.323]Now you can watch me, nigga, like the police watch m
[02:42.051]I move proper, go ahead catch a shell tryna stop me
[02:44.918]That 430 Spider, carbon fiber
[02:47.243]And my dog is like Al-Qaeda, natural fighter
[02:49.898]Rapid fire, you're sweet like apple cider
[02:52.362]The mac'll fire, mask like Michael Myers
[02:54.942]It's off the wire when I get on my bullshit
[02:57.528]No smiles, no laughs, you gets no pass
[02:59.967]You can explain to my mother****ers while they whoop your ass
[03:02.634]My hands itch when the money comes, it's hard to explain it
[03:05.279]Last time I itched like this, a truckload came in
[03:07.735]Get money, get bread, that's what I do, kid
[03:10.303]Try me, son, he best have the heat on him
[03:12.509]Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him
[03:14.947]Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass
[03:19.513]I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
[03:24.421]I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
移調 原調
作詞 : Curtis Jackson/André Romell Young
作曲 : Curtis Jackson/André Romell Young
EF#A#D#mGmA#FA#
***** try me, son, he best have the heat on him
Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him
CmA#FmF
Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass
A#
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
FA#GmD#A#
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
GmFCmF
***** front on me, the goons and goblins come out
A#m
Wishmaster, hundred shot drums'll run out
A#A#mD#mA#
They dumb out, you heard of me, they call me big homie
FDm
Me I make the register ring, I'm the cash cow
GmA#m
They make the hammers ring, they on ya ass now
FD#
Hair trigger, stare bitch, yeah, I'll flip
DmGm
Six shot semi-assault, let it off at your will
D#F
Here I is, where the money is, I still get biz
A#
D's know about the beef, you gon' still get did
AmFGm
It be your tombstone and your ****ing grave they dig
A#mFD#
Have that ass in the precinct tryna talk to the pigs
A#Dm
I'm like Damien, mother****er, when I start gettin' loose on y
A#GmCmD#
Closest thing to Lucifer, you think you got a noose on ya
A#FA#
I make it hard to breathe
Am
I come with your hustle, air it out, make it hard to eat
A#Gm
Have you lookin' both ways like you crossin' the street
A#FA#Gm
Try me, son, he best have the heat on him
D#GmA#
Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him
D#A#FA#
Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass
A#mFA#GmA#
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
FA#D#D#mA#Cm
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
GmCmF
Yeah, niggas send me the wrong messag
D#
We gon' ****ing kill the messenge
A#mA#FA#
Your whole clique hollow tips'll tear up the best of ya
A#m
This ain't the Carter, bitch, this is Spart
A#FGmD#A#
It's harder, I die and be a martyr, respect me like your father
GmA#m
Let off a clip or let a case off
A#GmF
I have your bitch ass runnin' like a race hors
CmA#
Follow orders now yeah shoot his face off
You can have one, blast one, it's mad fun
FDmA#m
See how when you listen to me, all of the cash gone
GmA#
I was born with the tech, it's a birth defect
FGmD#
I was deceived in the bins, ended up in a Benz
GmD#mGm
This is what happens when have nots turn into Sasquatch
F#F
Let the gat pop, boogie down on the back blocks
A#GmF
It's horrific, nah, it's terrific
AmFGm
I got it if you sniff it, go head, nigga, twist I
A#FGm
Get lifted, goddamn, I'm gifted
D#GmA#
Try me, son, he best have the heat on him
GmD#C
Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him
D#FmFA#mF
Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass
BA#FE
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
A#mD#A#D#mD#GmA#
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
FAmGm
Yeah, I tell 'em ride on 'em, then they ride on 'em
A#mFGmEm
Get the line on 'em and squeeze the .9 on 'em
A#Dm
Head shot, .40 Glock, blow his mind on him
FD#A#
They say ain't not a jooks, leave the shines on 'em
GmCm
Now you can watch me, nigga, like the police watch m
AA#m
I move proper, go ahead catch a shell tryna stop me
AmF
That 430 Spider, carbon fiber
A#GmF
And my dog is like Al-Qaeda, natural fighter
D#
Rapid fire, you're sweet like apple cider
A#mFA#m
The mac'll fire, mask like Michael Myers
D#CmFm
It's off the wire when I get on my bullshit
FGmA#m
No smiles, no laughs, you gets no pass
FFmC
You can explain to my mother****ers while they whoop your ass
AmFG
My hands itch when the money comes, it's hard to explain it
A#mD#B
Last time I itched like this, a truckload came in
FGmC
Get money, get bread, that's what I do, kid
Cm
Try me, son, he best have the heat on him
A#mA#Am
Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him
FGmA#mF
Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass
GmA#CmD#
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
CmFA#mA#FAmGmFD#A#A#mD#A#FA#FA#mAmA#BmA#BmFGmA#D#mA#A#mCAmEFGmFA#FA#CmA#FFmDmFA#D#A#mA#GmDmCmFA#FA#GmA#mFA#GmD#A#DmA#GmFGmFD#A#A#mA#FA#mA#FA#D#A#DmFA#GmFA#FA#A#mA#FGmCFA#D#BA#DmA#GmFD#A#DmFGmCFA#D#A#DmA#GmCCmFA#
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
和弦由 AI 自動分析音訊產生（自動辨識，僅供參考）。
AI 從音訊辨識的主旋律（以 A# 調為 1，數字上下點為高低八度）。為自動估計、個別音可能有誤，僅供哼唱抓調參考，非正式樂譜。彈唱請看「和弦」分頁。
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曲解析
《Death To My Enemies》調性為 A# 大調、速度約每分鐘 92 拍、整體情緒溫暖。主要和弦為 A#、F、Gm、D#。（以上為 AI 音訊分析，僅供參考）
歌詞解析
一句話主旨
以強烈暴力意象描繪黑幫生態與權力爭奪的殘酷現實。
主題
聚焦於幫派衝突、報復行動與金錢利益交織的地下世界，揭示暴力與財富的共生關係。
情緒
充滿敵意、威脅與壓抑感，並夾雜著對權力的貪婪與對敵人的蔑視。
意象與手法
運用「屍體裝袋」「槍戰」「財富流動」等具象暴力符號，搭配街頭俚語與隱喻（如「Damien」「Lucifer」象徵邪惡力量），強化反叛與毀滅氛圍。
重點句解讀
1. 「I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie」
將暴力行為商品化，揭示幫派文化中「以命換錢」的殘酷邏輯，敵人命運與金錢流動緊密連結。
2. 「I'm like Damien, motherer, when I start gettin' loose on y」
借《魔鬼怪嬰》角色喻指自身如災難般不可控，暗示主角具備毀滅性力量與極端性格。
3. 「Let the gat pop, boogie down on the back blocks」
「gat」（手槍）與「boogie down」（街頭活動）的對比，凸顯暴力與娛樂並存的黑幫日常。
適合情境
激動情緒宣洩、街頭文化討論，或對暴力敘事藝術性的審視。
魔鏡站長解析
站長私房短評：打動人的地方、適合什麼時刻聽（產生後永久保存）。
歌曲冷知識
AI 依歌詞整理 3-4 點有趣觀察（產生後永久保存）。